Zither Song by Li Qi Our host, providing abundant wine to make the night mellow,
Asks his guest from Yangzhou to play the zither for us. Toward the moon that whitens the city-wall, black crows are flying,
Frost is on ten thousand trees, and the wind blows through our clothes; But a copper stove has added its light to that of flowery candles, And the zither plays "The Green Water", and then "The Queen of Chu". Once it has begun to play, there is no other sound; A spell is on the banquet, while the stars grow thin.... But three hundred miles from here, in Huai, official duties await him, And so it's farewell, and the road again, under cloudy mountains.